The Death Knell

The omnipresent Deathstroke has been monitoring his little cousin's life as if it were a reality show during his vacation.

The life of a mercenary is actually quite boring. It's nothing more than running around and traveling frequently.

Although you don’t know when you will die, you can enjoy yourself in time if you have money.

So in the next two years or so, Wade lived quite happily. Not only did he save thousands of dollars in savings, he also kidnapped a prostitute named Vanessa as his girlfriend.

She is actually a good girl, but she was controlled by her poisonous parents when she was a child and sold out.

There's nothing you can do about it. This situation is very common in Hell's Kitchen.

If you can't repay the money to the gang, use your daughter to pay off the debt; if you offend someone with good connections, use your daughter to apologize; if you run out of drugs at home, let your daughter go out and sell meat in exchange.

Family, family, and order are not worth mentioning in an extremely dark world. Human beings are worthless. Even if people in Hell's Kitchen die, the NYPD's official death toll will not change at all.

They don't even qualify as a number, just like no one knows how many people there are in Hell's Kitchen.

Vanessa was born in such a family. Her parents were both corrupted by drugs and alcohol. She grew up watching her mother and guests dealing at home, while her father went out to buy fans with money.

When she was in her early teens, she was forced to join her mother's profession. She tried to escape several times, but was almost beaten to death by her parents.

Calling the police is useless. The police don't care at all. The area around Hell's Kitchen is under the management of the 34th Police Department, but those gangster police are most active when they come to collect gang members.

Fortunately, when her parents died suddenly at home due to drug overdose when she was eighteen years old, she escaped the fate of being locked at home as a sex doll.

But after she left home, she discovered that she could do nothing but serve men, and she was very beautiful, which was undoubtedly like mutton in the wolf's mouth in Hell's Kitchen.

In order to avoid being controlled by some force using drugs, she got information from her former clients and took the initiative to rely on the Margarita Bar, which has a transcendent status in Hell's Kitchen.

But the mercenary bar is not a charity bar. There are so many poor people nearby, let alone just a girl?

Sister Margaret could give Vanessa shelter, but not support her.

So in order to eat and pay the bills, she had to go back to her old job in the bar.

She debuted at the age of twelve, and is now exactly 21 years old in 2005, but she is considered a eldest sister-level veteran among the little sisters in the bar.

In fact, Wade didn't notice her at first. It was dark inside the bar, and there were a lot of demons dancing on the dance floor. Who could see clearly.

Wade always goes to the bar every time he comes. He likes to chat and spank with weasels, and then he drinks until his eyes are blurry. He grabs any lady passing by and negotiates the price for services. How did he notice Vanessa?

But fate is sometimes strange. The two people who originally worked in the store met for the first time almost three years later.

Before a few drinks that night, the bar's stereo suddenly broke down. Weasel had no choice but to hire a professional to repair it. In order to repair the equipment, he naturally had to turn on the headlights in the lobby.

It was then that under the bright and dazzling light, Wade saw Vanessa who was selling alcohol not far away. She was dressed like a beer girl, but when their eyes met, they both felt love at first sight.

I stopped reading the contract and stopped selling the wine.

Wade walked up to her, stretched out his hand to lift her chin: "Beauty, do you want a date?"

"About!" The girl nodded affirmatively.

"How much?" Wade was a poor man with short ambitions, so he had to ask the price first.

"No money!" Vanessa said simply, this is the love of a prostitute.

So the two went to her house and happily rolled on the sheets of Vanessa's dead parents' bed for three days. When Wade was squeezed until his eyes were filled with stars, his cheeks were sunken, and he almost died, he found that he too Deeply in love with this tragic girl.

She is different from other young ladies. Although she is a little philistine and likes to bite the tip of her tongue and count money, she is also surprisingly simple.

Girls just want to live, and that's beyond reproach.

Killers and prostitutes are the oldest professions of mankind. Wade believes that the two of them are a perfect match. Besides, who doesn't have a dark past?

He was an orphan himself. He was molested by the orphanage director when he was a child. He was looked down upon by all the children except Bullseye when he was in school. After graduating from elementary school, he went to Africa to become a boy soldier.

Isn't it all fate?

The two poor people just hugged each other for warmth and lived together. Vanessa quit her job at the bar and settled down to cook and clean at home. Occasionally, she made some small puppets and other things to sell online, while Wade was responsible for going out. Work, as long as the mercenary survives, he can make money at a rate unmatched by other jobs.

Life seems to be getting better and better, and Vanessa is planning to wait until the two of them have saved enough money to move to another city with Wade and leave Hell's Kitchen to live a new life.

This is of course difficult, because Wade is in a similar situation to her. This man knows nothing but killing.

Even so, fate still did not let him go. One morning when Wade woke up, he suddenly felt light-headed and ran to the toilet to vomit, but he vomited a large pool of blood.

He didn't say anything, flushed the toilet, calmed his confused girlfriend, and secretly went to the hospital for a check-up.

To be on the safe side, he went to the best hospital in New York, New York Central Mercy General Hospital.

Of course, the mercenary does not have medical insurance. If he pays for everything out of his own pocket, even if the charity fund pays part of the consultation fee, the full set of examinations will empty his pocket.

The inspection report was very ominous.

It was very quiet in the clinic, so quiet that it was uncomfortable. Wade didn't like this atmosphere very much. He smiled playfully and found nothing to say:

"Isn't this the hospital established by Dr. Holloway, the 'Avenging Angel'? It's obviously a charity, but isn't the consultation fee too expensive?"

The doctors looked at the film in front of the sun and replied coldly: "If you want to enjoy free benefits, you are here thirty years too late. Dr. Holloway has died long ago. The major shareholder here is the Wilson Foundation. It's up to you." Since your surname is Wilson, I have made an exception and given you a 15% discount."

"Huh, okay, doctor, what disease do I have?" Wade let out a long breath, looking very helpless: "There is no one outside the door of your expert's office. Is it because I am seriously ill that you fell into this situation?" In your hand?"

"It can be said that there may be something wrong with your eyes and penis."

The doctor in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses turned around in his chair and turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling window. His whole body was bathed in the sunlight and his face could not be seen. The warm sunlight coated him with a gold rim, making him look like an angel in white descending to earth.

Wade became nervous again. It turned out that dizziness and vomiting were eye problems, but what did it have to do with Tintin?

"I don't quite understand, doctor, can you explain it in detail?"

The doctor nodded, grabbed the case and started writing quickly. When one page was not enough, he wrote a second page, and said while busy:

"Except for your two eyeballs and that thing, no cancer cells have been detected. All other parts of your body have been eroded by cancer cells. You may have been exposed to radioactive materials for a long time. It is a miracle that you are still alive now. .”

Wade covered his mouth. Even if he was uneducated, he still knew what cancer was, and words such as systemic spread and miracle were not good words.

"Am I in the final stage of cancer?"

"Generally, when cancer cells start to metastasize to nearby organs, it can be called late stage. You can probably call it the end of cancer." The doctor wearing a white mask said in a sullen voice, and also told a joke.

Although he was in a state of confusion, with regret and fear all coming to his mind at the same time, Wade forced himself to calm down and asked in a trembling voice:

"Then it's hopeless?"

"Judging from the current level of science and technology that humans have, it is hopeless." The doctor finished writing the case and moved his wrist: "Judging from your MRI images, you may die at any time."

Wade stared at his hand in a daze. There was some skin peeling on the palm. He thought it was just a result of helping a hairless middle-aged man steal arms during the last mission. Could it be skin cancer too?

"" He was speechless for a moment.

"But" the doctor took out another piece of paper from the desk drawer.

"But what?" Wade stood up excitedly. Does this doctor have alien technology now?

Doctor Clinker pushed the paper in front of him, which was an application form for body donation:

"But there are very few people like you who are still alive after suffering from so many kinds of cancer at the same time. Your body also has very high scientific research value. For the development of human medicine, the medical school affiliated to our hospital is willing to pay 300,000 US dollars." Buy your body and sign if you agree.”

" @%!\u0026* # " The mercenary began to spit out fragrance and planned to touch the gun attached to the back of his belt.

However, the doctor was very indifferent. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose with two fingers, and the reflection of the lenses flashed away. He said calmly: "Do you have a family? Have you ever thought about how they will live after you die? Leave some money for them. Bar"

Wade was silent, and his hand slowly reached towards the piece of paper.

If he died, he could leave three hundred thousand dollars to Vanessa, and she would at least have enough food and clothing for the rest of her life.

"Fake, what you said is so damn right. Thank you doctor. I'll think about it."